This guy's out here, all day long, all year. He never stops painting. Ever. And I doubt that he's ever finished even one painting.
Nothing adds more to the tranquility of a city park than a huge rusty iron bridge.
Very...cubist. And not my style at all.
I can't even begin to guess what that's supposed to be.
Those freight trains pass by at least once every five minutes, all day long. You get used to it, though. Eventually.
